Little Girl

There she goes, looking at me again
She looks anxious
I can feel her pulse racing faster than a racecar
She twiddles her thumbs
Waiting for fate

There she goes, glancing at me again
She puts her ear to me
To see if I’m still working
Tick-tick-tick-tick
Yep-still keeping time

There she goes, staring at me again
What’s wrong?
He’s late isn’t he?
Don’t worry I’m sure he’ll come

There she goes, watching me again
He never showed?
Oh, I ‘m sorry
Her tears fall like raindrops
Drenching my face

There she goes, looking at me again
It’s time to go sweetie
Maybe you were never meant to be